I’m not actually quite sure how it works. If you can think that each of you has a certain energy around you, circling you. It’s the energy of life. Dead things don’t have that energy, vampires don’t have that energy. If we want to stay alive, we need that energy. It circles you. It runs through your blood, too. Lot of people only associate blood with medican terms. Somewhere along the line it has lost its mythological sense. And, I myself look at the medical, physical side more; the fact is that without your blood, you couldn’t live. It is your blood that transports thing around your body. With each beat of your heart, blood is passed, and so are those vital supplies. But also in your blood you have the essence of your life, the same essence that radiates out of you and circles you. It’s a natural thing, and unique to living things.
I don’t know how I became a vampire. I’m just here. I guess I look around twenty? I don’t know. Nowadays you can’t tell people’s age through looking. Anyway. I don’t know, but that sort of force attracts me. Somehow I can intake your energy. If I breathe in – I don’t technically breathe, my face is structured like yours but inside I bet I’m different. I could do it by drinking your blood but by standing near you I can breathe in your energy. You wouldn’t know it, you wouldn’t sense it. It’s not a physical thing, and considering the fact that people nowadays aren’t very religious and hold no specific belief in anything like spirits and the essences of life, you wouldn’t have something in your mind telling you. Subconsciously, you may feel a little drained. Physically, I guess it would make sense to feel tired – I’m slurping your life force.
I’m not very healthy. I can survive, because I feed, but human blood is better. There is animal blood, and for those who only drink blood, then they could go for that. But I don’t like it. It’s not that, it makes me feel less humane. I like having human life in me, not an animals. Trust me, an animals life is ruled by so many different aspects compared to a humans, and they don’t have as much love for life. The zest of their energy isn’t there; they live to survive, they survive to life; it’s a pointless cycle. I prefer human imagination. It was better back when people were spiritual.
Even though I’m guessing we were more hunted then; more people believed, more people sensed. But I’m not saying don’t talk about us because I don’t want humans to know I am there so that I can feed easier – I love humans. I am so jealous, but I still manage to love. As much as I love humans, feel for humans, I can’t stop myself completely.
I tire very quickly. I spend my days in shopping centres and such, feeding off people. I have no companions. I pride myself on resisting the urge to kill. My life is pathetic, a waste. It’s not good. If I drank blood, I guess I’d feel better. There would be more to take in. But, I don’t. So, I feed off your energy instead. A strong willed person is often better than a weak person, but there’s not really anyway of knowing that. Basically, I don’t like vampires, I don’t think they're something to be adhered. I’m probably a demon from somewhere. I’ve never met another actual vampire. I’ve met fakes, loads of them, and humans who will literally sit an slurp ketchup all day to appear slightly different. I’m sorry if I seem moody, it’s just the way that I am.
Sent in by Ren